Friday, May 25, 2007

THE CURATORS/song #7 : conversation with caul

ListenListenMy name is Harry CaulCan you hear me?Don’t be afraidI know you don’t know who I amBut I know youThere isn’t much to say about myself………II(Second voice: sick when I was a boy)I was very sick when I was a boyI was paralyzed, from my left arm to my left legII couldn’t walk for sixth monthsOne doctor said that I’d probably never walk againMy motherMy mother used to lower me intoLower meInto aHot bath used as therapyOne time the doorbell rang, she went down to answerI started sliding down, in the waterI I could feel the waterCovering my chin, my noseAn uh…When I woke upIMy body was all greasy from the holy oil she, she put on my bodyI remember being disappointed I survivedWhen I was fiveUh…IMy father introduced me to a friend of his and for no reason I hit him in the stomach with all my strengthHe died a year laterI(Second voice: He’ll kill you if he gets the chance)I’m not afraid of deathI am afraid of murder